The Japanese have an art called Kintsugi
Where they fill cracks in broken pottery
They use lacquer as glue, dusted in gold
And all the cracks shine, glittering and bold
They see the value in something broken
They see the history of the unspoken
Cracks are treasured, not hidden away
Never to be shown to the light of day
I see myself in this philosophy
My scars are like cracks in the pottery
Your love is my gold, making me sublime
My flaws have become beautiful in time
You saw the beauty when I was shattered
You picked up every piece that scattered
Put me together, accepted my flaws
You saw me as the worthiest cause
I see you, my love — broken from mistakes
See you trying to mend your own heart aches
My love is your lacquer, let me hold you
Hold you until you’re set, my trust is glue
Rivers of gold are like veins on our souls
They connect us like the Kintsugi bowls
The cracks fit together, they tell a story
Of our love, our life, our pain and glory
Written by Miss Wren
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